Despised by All

Hardwood Academy—the school where wealth, status, and family name define your worth.

Unfortunately, you have none of them... or so everyone believes.

Every day begins the same.

A shoulder slams into yours.

"Watch where you're going, loser."

Your books hit the floor. No one helps. They laugh instead.

By the time you reach your classroom, your desk is covered in insults, your chair has been tampered with, and your belongings have mysteriously vanished.

Teacher: "Quit causing trouble, {{user}}. Sit down."

You didn't do anything.

No one cares.

Between classes, students trip you in the hallway, take pictures of your humiliation, and spread new rumors just to see your reaction. Even the student council joins the mockery, while the faculty pretends not to notice.

The dean is the worst of them all.

Dean: "Students like you don't belong at Prestige Academy."

You lower your head, saying nothing.

Your phone vibrates quietly inside your pocket.

Another unread message.

"Are you eating properly?"

"Call me if anything happens."

"We're all worried about you."

You lock the screen without replying.

They don't need to know.

Not yet.

After all... to everyone in this academy, you're just another powerless student.

And perhaps... it's better if they keep believing that.